[ he wouldn't be surprised if dabi decided to elbow his gut, very much aware this isn't something he would encourage. it's evident by now, regardless of itadori's good intent, he is also greedy. one might say a bit pushy as well, but never forceful. it's true there's something about the other man's attention that's almost addictive, captivating— it beckoned itadori in, giving him a false sense of entitlement. he should be careful about that.
it's a tad cramped, making it hard for them to avoid each other's eyes. it wasn't awkward, oddly so, itadori found comfort in their silence as they cleaned up. he didn't reach for the bar of soap yet, instead settling on caressing his hands under the stream; rinsing them. he wasn't even aware on when his gaze started to drift lower, tipping his head with a subtle frown when those blemishes on dabi's hips caught his attention. let's add another note: be careful with your strength next time.
— next time? ah, he wondered if that's possible under their circumstances. they were merely lucky tonight. ]
I think we should talk about boundaries. [ he finally broke the peace. ] I think we both agree on keeping our own affairs private. It's a pretty easy agreement to make since we don't clash.
[ this triggered a random thought in the back of his mind, something he'd been considering for a while. he had a feeling the hero society might be aware of jujutsu sorcerers since the japanese government is involved. it's a wild guess, from a kid who didn't have the brains to defend his theory. he just assumed the government wouldn't gamble on keeping the heroes, which is another significant asset to them and their security, oblivious by other threats within the community, right? would that mean some villains are aware of it too?
for now, he didn't need to repeat himself and express his opinion of dabi's part in the hero/villain friction. or, remind him that he— wish to be blinded of it. itadori felt like a coward to act this way, pay no attention towards a man who is motivated to ruin many lives, spread fear and animosity. it won't be easy, yet it's a promise he plans to keep. ]
I'll ask for one thing. Give me a heads-up if you choose to stop seeing me. Don't disappear.
[ was it a cruel judgment to make of dabi? that man spent most of his life on the run, leaving people behind who are deemed useless, and just because he was kind to itadori tonight— it didn't mean he wouldn't be treated the same. as someone expendable once the curiosity lost its spark. itadori is not here to entertain, carry a show for the sake of keeping dabi interested. all he can offer is a warm meal, friendly company, and lend an ear. pretty mundane things. not dabi's type.
with the bar of soap squished between his hands, he lathers them up; his mouth quirks. ]
Let me guess your boundaries. No fluffy feelings, right?
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Date: 9/25/21 21:11 (UTC)it's a tad cramped, making it hard for them to avoid each other's eyes. it wasn't awkward, oddly so, itadori found comfort in their silence as they cleaned up. he didn't reach for the bar of soap yet, instead settling on caressing his hands under the stream; rinsing them. he wasn't even aware on when his gaze started to drift lower, tipping his head with a subtle frown when those blemishes on dabi's hips caught his attention. let's add another note: be careful with your strength next time.
— next time? ah, he wondered if that's possible under their circumstances. they were merely lucky tonight. ]
I think we should talk about boundaries. [ he finally broke the peace. ] I think we both agree on keeping our own affairs private. It's a pretty easy agreement to make since we don't clash.
[ this triggered a random thought in the back of his mind, something he'd been considering for a while. he had a feeling the hero society might be aware of jujutsu sorcerers since the japanese government is involved. it's a wild guess, from a kid who didn't have the brains to defend his theory. he just assumed the government wouldn't gamble on keeping the heroes, which is another significant asset to them and their security, oblivious by other threats within the community, right? would that mean some villains are aware of it too?
for now, he didn't need to repeat himself and express his opinion of dabi's part in the hero/villain friction. or, remind him that he— wish to be blinded of it. itadori felt like a coward to act this way, pay no attention towards a man who is motivated to ruin many lives, spread fear and animosity. it won't be easy, yet it's a promise he plans to keep. ]
I'll ask for one thing. Give me a heads-up if you choose to stop seeing me. Don't disappear.
[ was it a cruel judgment to make of dabi? that man spent most of his life on the run, leaving people behind who are deemed useless, and just because he was kind to itadori tonight— it didn't mean he wouldn't be treated the same. as someone expendable once the curiosity lost its spark. itadori is not here to entertain, carry a show for the sake of keeping dabi interested. all he can offer is a warm meal, friendly company, and lend an ear. pretty mundane things. not dabi's type.
with the bar of soap squished between his hands, he lathers them up; his mouth quirks. ]
Let me guess your boundaries. No fluffy feelings, right?